In my last post I mentioned that my bookstack was growing huge. Here it is. It's now in two stacks for the sake of gravity.
Went on a walk yesterday. I'm pretty sure the woman ahead of me thought I was following her. She'd occasionally look back and quicken her pace when she saw that I was still there. This isn't the first time I've been in that special kind of awkward situation and yet it's still plenty awkward. There's nothing you can say or do - other than change your path - to rectify that situation. Going "Hey! I'm not following you!" just doesn't do it. Not that I've tried.
I've had this awful habit lately of thinking, "Hey, that'd be a good idea for a blog post," and then totally forgetting about what I wanted to post. I think it's happened twice over the past couple of days. Typically I'm pretty good about writing things down, but not so much when I'm outside and it's cold or if I'm driving.
On our drive back from Chicago over the weekend I saw signs that said "If you can read this, then you're not texting! Thank you!" And then I wondered how I would feel if I read it and I was texting. I'd probably feel cocky. "Those bastards have no idea." And then I'd probably be like, "I'm so good at texting and driving. If I can fool them I can keep doing it!" And then I'd probably crash into a tree.